Post by Medical Officer Who on Oct 23, 2010 3:39:40 GMT -5
On the planet of Manala, there held a hospital on the floating island above a sea. Outside the hospital was complete silence and serenity, bringing peace but on the inside it was a completely different story. The sounds of pandemonium and anguish cried throughout the hospital. A bomb had went off near the local military base and caught 200 injured in the blast. It was the largest and only hospital that was in the military base, and it was getting worse by the moment. A female doctor in a white coat was sitting at her desk, scribbling on a piece of paper. She was filling out perscriptions for people that were her own patients. She hadn't got news of the explosion for she was always stuck in behind her desk around this time.
It was rolling near dusk on the planet. And, it surprised her when a semi-frantic women came onto the innercom. Clair lifted her head gently, tilting her head toward the innercom to decipher the womens voice.
"Calling all medical personal, Code Red. Head to the ICU." Before the women had finished, she was already up with a straight posture. Clair made her way to her door in record time, swinging her white coat around her shoulders while she closed her office door. The linolium floor reflected the bright flourescent lights above her. An intern, whom she knew, was walking hastely down the hallway. They met halfway near the ICU doors, and from there Clair could hear the cries and screams of patients.
She cringed at the sound, but unnoticable to her intern. The intern was trying to explain as detailed and elaborate as she could about why there's a Code Red going on. Clair stopped about fifteen feet from the double doors. She pressed her pointer finger and thumb together in a shushing manner. The intern swallowed hard and nodded gently.
"Tell me why its happened. A couple words, not a million. I need to focus, you know this." Clair told her intern softly.
"Well, a bomb blew up near a military base. We go the worst of it." The intern explained as the paced down the last fifteen feet or so, pushing open the doors.
Nurses, interns, doctors, and surgeons were all crowded around the most injured ones. People cried out for more Morphine and some others cried out for loved ones. Clair blocked out the noises so they were only a whisper. She walked slowly through the pathway were the beds were on either side of her. She put on a surgical mask and put up her long blonde hair into a ponytail. Blue-green irises glanced over the people that she passed as she made her way closer to the end of Corridor A, the peoples injuries were more servere. Clair gently closed her eyes, relaxing her mind. A hand gripped her shoulder and swung her around. Her eyes flew open to stare at surgeon.
"Clair, snap out of it and get to it what you do best."
In the military hospital, she was the youngest one. Or, one of the youngest ones. The interns were mostly the young ones only able to help with the most simple of objectives. Clair certified for a surgeon, psychologist, field medic and anesthesiologist. The surgeon pulled her a couple feet towards a patient that had shrapnel stuck in numerous parts of his body. A nurse standing across from her was pulling out the shrapnel. Clair's hightened sense picked up on a very peculiar scent that infiltrated the whole area. She stuck her head as high as it could go in the air and her eyes widened. The surgeon next to her, pushed her softly.
"Come on Clair, stay with me. I need your help... He has some unknown disease."
It was foolish of them not to be prepared for anything. Her nose twitched as she pushed the surgeon back and looked around at the dying people, her eyes becoming frantic all over the abundance amount of people in the room becoming infected, even herself.
"Get your Haz-mat suits on!" Her voice was heard over all the commotion, although things didn't die down people stared at her, while still trying to continue their work.
"Unknown Chemical Agent!" Her voice even higher as she made her way to a locker and started pulling out Haz-mat suits and tossing them to the medical personel. She slipped on a Haz-mat suit and stared off in the sea of bustling people. The cries of injured and dying soldiers filled the corridors of Hell's Mercy Hospital.
It was rolling near dusk on the planet. And, it surprised her when a semi-frantic women came onto the innercom. Clair lifted her head gently, tilting her head toward the innercom to decipher the womens voice.
"Calling all medical personal, Code Red. Head to the ICU." Before the women had finished, she was already up with a straight posture. Clair made her way to her door in record time, swinging her white coat around her shoulders while she closed her office door. The linolium floor reflected the bright flourescent lights above her. An intern, whom she knew, was walking hastely down the hallway. They met halfway near the ICU doors, and from there Clair could hear the cries and screams of patients.
She cringed at the sound, but unnoticable to her intern. The intern was trying to explain as detailed and elaborate as she could about why there's a Code Red going on. Clair stopped about fifteen feet from the double doors. She pressed her pointer finger and thumb together in a shushing manner. The intern swallowed hard and nodded gently.
"Tell me why its happened. A couple words, not a million. I need to focus, you know this." Clair told her intern softly.
"Well, a bomb blew up near a military base. We go the worst of it." The intern explained as the paced down the last fifteen feet or so, pushing open the doors.
Nurses, interns, doctors, and surgeons were all crowded around the most injured ones. People cried out for more Morphine and some others cried out for loved ones. Clair blocked out the noises so they were only a whisper. She walked slowly through the pathway were the beds were on either side of her. She put on a surgical mask and put up her long blonde hair into a ponytail. Blue-green irises glanced over the people that she passed as she made her way closer to the end of Corridor A, the peoples injuries were more servere. Clair gently closed her eyes, relaxing her mind. A hand gripped her shoulder and swung her around. Her eyes flew open to stare at surgeon.
"Clair, snap out of it and get to it what you do best."
In the military hospital, she was the youngest one. Or, one of the youngest ones. The interns were mostly the young ones only able to help with the most simple of objectives. Clair certified for a surgeon, psychologist, field medic and anesthesiologist. The surgeon pulled her a couple feet towards a patient that had shrapnel stuck in numerous parts of his body. A nurse standing across from her was pulling out the shrapnel. Clair's hightened sense picked up on a very peculiar scent that infiltrated the whole area. She stuck her head as high as it could go in the air and her eyes widened. The surgeon next to her, pushed her softly.
"Come on Clair, stay with me. I need your help... He has some unknown disease."
It was foolish of them not to be prepared for anything. Her nose twitched as she pushed the surgeon back and looked around at the dying people, her eyes becoming frantic all over the abundance amount of people in the room becoming infected, even herself.
"Get your Haz-mat suits on!" Her voice was heard over all the commotion, although things didn't die down people stared at her, while still trying to continue their work.
"Unknown Chemical Agent!" Her voice even higher as she made her way to a locker and started pulling out Haz-mat suits and tossing them to the medical personel. She slipped on a Haz-mat suit and stared off in the sea of bustling people. The cries of injured and dying soldiers filled the corridors of Hell's Mercy Hospital.